Trouble With The Truth

Standing on my feet
In the rainy street
You put a black bruise
On my new green shoes
Shave my head at the foot of the bed
Your knees sunk in the mattress
Round my hips just for practise
If your eyes weren't so blue
I'd have less trouble with the truth
Your clothes, my clothes
Blonde hair, I don't care

I stare longingly at you
Like blue does on a transformer
Rhinestone and lino
A dawn chorus performance

In the early ?red? morning wait
My ankles in the awning
With your father's workshop
And its ?shot? primed to drop
With eleven pints of blood in my hair
I just eat what I am fed
In your basement I have no fear
I'm just happy to be here

Clutching bundles of my tattered dreams
And my jeans, split seams
I made a break for the window
Beneath the beam where the keys go
Smash the pain with my brain
Blinding thud and the blood
I left the bodies and the bones
Moving slow, let's go

I fell in love with a minotaur
Some kind of monster or dinosaur
And I presume it's ?? came out of this
???

And though it's incomprehensible to you
But I swear it's the truth
That I like the ?? tickling in my shoulder
Of ?? and fear
Ah please understand, my love
That I can't cope for long
It's 'cause I don't care a jot
For the broken skin and the bleeding bone